Olympic fever

The man who got me into all of this trouble (of the triathlon type anyway) carried the Olympic torch through Lewes today.  I woke up with a dreadful fever accompanied by yet another asthma attack and realised that I wasn't going to be able to cycle the eight miles to see him in person.  Oh no.  I got the train instead.  Wouldn't have missed it for the world*

Inspirational Steve being all, well, inspirational I guess.  He managed to smile, wave, hold a torch and run, even though his trousers were falling down. 14:25 on the video here:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/torchrelay/day60#pid=p00t69b4&t=14h25m25s
Spot the luminous orange rucksack.  You can't miss it, it's visible from space.

* But if you are any of the people I work with, no, I wasn't there.  It was someone who looks just like me.  With a luminous orange rucksack visible from space.